Disclaimer – I don't own Hetalia – all rights go to their respective owners. The OC's are semi created by me, and semi based on stuff I found on Deviantart and Hetalia Fan Characters Wiki so…yeah…
Has it really been a week already? Anyways, here's the next chapter. I have nothing left to say so…enjoy!
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Hungary and the other members of the Austro-Hungarian empire sat on a variety of chairs in the hall of Austria's mansion.
Czechia and Slovakia both sat on either side of Hungary on a seat by the windowsill.
Bosnia, Croatia and a girl with dirty-blonde hair in a ponytail were sitting on a stool by the door (Slovenia - スロベニア)
There were also two girls sitting on the stairs. One girl (Galicia - ガリツィア) had blonde hair in a pixie style, and the other girl (Transylvania - トランシルバニア) had jet black hair, sharp-looking teeth and was currently filing her fingernails.
None of them said anything, and nobody besides Transylvania was moving.
"Hey, what are you people doing sitting around?" Austria asked irritably as he marched in from the kitchen. "We have guests coming at any time. Balkans, go set the table in the kitchen."
"Yes, sir!" Slovenia and Bosnia immediately saluted, before getting up and running off.
"That goes for you too, Croatia," Austria said sternly.
"I dunno, maybe I'd rather not," Croatia said, folding his arms and rolling his eyes.
"You will do what I say, or else!" Austria yelled angrily.
"Ooh, I'm so scared! Seriously, when will your stupid empire just collapse already!?" Croatia remarked.
Austria lifted Croatia up by his neck and dangled him in the air.
"I will let you go once you learn to be obedient!" Austria screamed in Croatia's ear.
"Gah! Okay, I'll be obedient!" Croatia gasped, hardly able to breathe.
"Good," Austria said, looking unimpressed as he watched Croatia scamper off.
"Galicia and Transylvania," Austria continued, facing the two girls on the stairs. "Go get some food and drink ready. My brother and I will be having beer, and that other guy likes red wine."
"No problem," Galicia said, before walking off.
"I miss Romania," Transylvania sighed, before also going.
"Czechia and Slovenia…" Austria began.
"It's Slovakia, sir," Slovakia said politely.
"Of course," Austria nodded passively. "You two take their coats and possessions to the cloakroom."
"Yes," Slovakia nodded as he walked off, and Czechia slowly went after him.
"As for you, Hungary, why don't you and I…take a break?" Austria asked, wiggling his eyebrows.
Hungary started to yawn, "That's a good idea. A good nap might do me well."
"Yeah…" Austria said nervously. "Because that's exactly what I meant. I'll just…go into the living room and…play some piano."
With that, he quickly walked off.
"What's wrong, Hungary?" Czechia asked in concern as she turned back and sat beside her.
"I dunno," Hungary sighed. "I guess…I just don't feel like things are going right at the moment...eh, it's probably just me. Maybe a quick nap as what I need right now."
"Yeah, I better go check on Slovakia," Czechia stated, before walking off.
Just then, the doorbell rang.
"Arrrgh, they're early!" Bosnia screamed from the kitchen, and he accidentally dropped a plate on the ground, smashing it to pieces.
"I'll go get a dustpan and brush," Slovenia sighed, before walking into the laundry room.
"Oh-oh," Bosnia said nervously. "Austria will kill me!"
"Calm down. He's not as tough as he looks," Croatia scoffed.
"Okay, guys, please give a warm welcome to our guests!" Austria ordered as he came into the kitchen with his guests, Italy and Germany.
"Welcome," Croatia said quickly, raising his hat.
"The smell in here is delightful," Germany commented. "What are they making?"
"Spaghetti with boiled wurst," Galicia smiled as she and Transylvania stood at the stove.
"Sounds magnifico!" Italy exclaimed excitedly.
"And that it will be," Austria said brightly. "But until its ready, let's have a chat at the table about our plans."
"Alright then," Germany nodded, and the three of them sat down at the dining room table, which Bosnia had finished straightening out. "So, I've heard the story so far. That crafty Serbia organized your heir to be murdered."
"Yeah," Austria stated. "And she's got Russia on our side."
"Ouch," Italy giggled.
"Italy, shut up," Germany groaned, giving him a nudge. "I see your problem, mein bruder, but I believe with our combined armies, we could take them down."
"Oh, this is so exciting!" Italy exclaimed excitedly. "I'm going to be in a war! I've already planned out what I'm going to do with my share of territory!"
He pulled in a large roll of parchment out of his jacket and unrolled it on the table. It was a picture of a map of Europe
"Here are the places that I'd like," Italy stated, pointing at parts of map. "This place would be perfect for marketing a pizza parlour, and over here would be perfect for a pasta factory…"
"Er…Italy…" Austria said awkwardly. "THAT'S MY LAND!"
"Oh, it is?" Italy asked in surprise. "Well, can you give it me now?"
Austria stood up, looking very unimpressed, and he grabbed Italy's ear and dragged him across the kitchen.
"Hey, where are you taking me? I'm sorry, I just really wanted to…ARRRRRRGGGGHHH!"
Austria had lead Italy to the front door and kicked him away, sending him flying through the air.
Italy eventually landed in a mud puddle near a pig farm about a mile away.
"Fine!" he yelled. "Be that way! I'll just do nothing in this war, but don't come crying to me when you lose!"
With that, he stood up, cleaned himself off, before stomping away.
(Italy – "Hetalia!)
"Yes, that's wonderful! Bye-bye!" Russia exclaimed over Serbia's telephone before putting down the receiver.
"So, he said yes?" Serbia, who was sitting beside him, asked hopefully.
"Of course, my love," Russia smiled. "Anything for you, and of course anything to fight Germany and…whatever his brother is called."
"Austria," Serbia told him.
"Yes, thank you," Russia nodded, before the doorbell rang. "Looks like everyone is here."
"That was fast," Serbia commented as they both ran to the door.
Russia opened it, and in came a few countries.
"France!" Russia exclaimed. "How are you? I see you got a new haircut. Oh, and Britain, fresh from the Crimean war, good to see you've finally decided to join the dark side."
"I want to make it very clear that I am only clear to fight against Germany," Britain said sternly.
"Da, cousin against cousin. I'm down with that," Russia nodded. "Come along. And who's next…oh."
He gave a death glare to Japan, who was the next to walk in.
"Konnichiwa," Japan greeted. "Yes, it is me. Is this unsatisfactory for you?"
"Yes," Russia said bluntly. "Move along."
"I hope we can overlook our recent conflicts and come together for this common goal," Japan said politely.
"I SAID MOVE ALONG!" Russia screamed, before turning back to the door. "And, Belgium. I'm sure you'll make a great ally, after all you've…um…er…done some interesting stuff, I'm sure."
"Oh, I just came in the car to support my brother, France," Belgium stated.
"Good. Very good," Russia commented, before pushing her out of the doorframe. "Bye-bye now. Drive safe."
With that, he shut the door.
"I'm impressed," Serbia nodded as she watched their four allies go into the kitchen. "How did you get them to come here?"
"My love, my methods should be left classified," Russia replied mysteriously.
Hey, hey, nana, give me some vodka
Hey, hey, mama, hey, hey, mama
It doesn't matter what I do I never forget
The taste of pirozhki won't go out of my head
Draw a circle, that's the earth
Draw a circle, that's the earth
Draw a circle, that's the earth
I am Russia
Ah, the world around us
Can be seen with the stroke of a single brush
Winter in Siberia is super cold
Hetalia!
Uganda, Kenya, and the other African nations who had been sold to Britain continued to sit in the carriage as it went up and down along a bumpy road, before coming to a stop.
"Okay, we're here!" Britain shouted as he marched out of the front seat and opened the door of the carriage. "Get out! All of you!"
Kenya had tears in her eyes as she and Uganda held hands and walked out.
つづく
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And that's the episode of this week. Hope you enjoyed, but I'd like to clear up a couple of things –
1. Galicia is not to be confused with the Spanish province of the same name (though he or she may appear later). Galicia is a historical region in Eastern Europe mostly made up of Poles and Ukrainians.
2. I know it's confirmed that Belgium is the sister of the Netherlands, but I personally think she looks a lot more like France. Hopefully this doesn't anger anyone.
Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please fav, follow and review whatever your opinion, and I will see you next time. ;)